The gala ended, but the fire it ignited refused to burn out.
For days, Ariana couldn't shake the image of Leila in Damien Blackwell's arms, her laughter, the way she moved with confidence among people who once ignored her. It was ridiculous. Leila wasn't one of them. She didn't belong in their world.
Then why does it feel like I'm the one who doesn't belong anymore?
Ariana kept her distance. But the universe had other plans.
One week after the gala, the school announced a joint project between scholarship students and the elite. A ridiculous "social experiment," meant to bridge the gap between the rich and poor.
Ariana didn't care—until she saw the pairings.
Leila Rodriguez & Ariana Montgomery.
Silence filled the room.
Ariana stiffened. Across the classroom, Leila leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
The teacher continued, oblivious to the tension. "You'll be spending the next two months working together. It's an opportunity to understand each other's lives."
Understand?
Ariana already knew what Leila's life was like. She had lived it, once. The laughter, the freedom, the nights sneaking out just to feel alive.
But Leila didn't know what it was like to be her. To be watched, controlled, suffocated under the weight of expectations.
And now, she never would.
Because she didn't care anymore.
When the bell rang, Ariana stood, already rehearsing an apology. Maybe they could talk. Maybe they could—
Leila brushed past her without a glance.
Ariana blinked.
The girl who once held her secrets now walked by as if they were nothing more than strangers.
But if Leila wanted to play this game, Ariana would play it better.
—
That afternoon, they met in the school library, sitting at opposite ends of a long table.
Ariana cleared her throat. "We should divide the work. I'll handle research. You can—"
"I don't need your charity," Leila cut in. Her voice was cool, distant. "We'll split it evenly."
Ariana frowned. "Leila, can we just—"
"Can we what?" Leila's eyes darkened. "Pretend like nothing happened? Like you didn't walk past me that day as if I was nothing?"
Ariana inhaled sharply.
"You think I don't know why?" Leila leaned forward. "You were scared. Scared of what your perfect little family would think. So you threw me away."
"That's not—"
Leila's laugh was hollow. "I don't care anymore. Do your part, I'll do mine. We don't have to talk outside of this."
Ariana opened her mouth, but Leila was already gone, her presence disappearing like a ghost.
For the first time in her life, Ariana realized something.
She wasn't in control anymore.
And for the first time, she was the one left behind.